My second life is a bit strange?

Seji was holding a bowl of ramen, and strangely, the soup hadn't spilled at all. Koichi was holding a self-heating hot pot, which was still hissing and steaming.

Shizhi: "It's so hot! Ohhhhh!"

When the two of them ran to the door, they saw that the person on duty today was actually an old acquaintance.

"Yo~ Good morning."

He greeted them and was about to swagger in when Feng grabbed his arm.

"Hey you, stand still!"

"...Class monitor, don't be so heartless."

Xiao Yi blinked frantically, trying to get the class monitor to let them off the hook.

With their pleas going unanswered, they had no choice but to stand in line, enduring the resentful stares of others, and slurp down their breakfast.

Feng: "Shizhi, your hands are all red from the heat, aren't you afraid of getting burned?"

Shizhi placed the self-heating hot pot on the ground, lifted his hair, and said with deep emotion, "For those who haven't eaten breakfast, food is life."

"You two seem to be enjoying your meal?"

A figure appeared beside Feng, glaring at them with a face full of anger.

"Thank you for your hard work, class monitor. Here, these two bottles of water are for you. Go to class now."

"Thank you, teacher." Kaede accepted the teacher's kindness, took Eriri's hand, and left. Seji and Koichi stood there trembling, hiding their breakfasts behind their backs, staring at the teacher in fear.

The PE teacher sighed but didn't scold them: "Eating in the guardhouse is unbecoming. Next time, get up earlier and don't be late."

"Yes!"

Feng was in a particularly good mood when he returned to the classroom. It was so great to encounter something so interesting so early in the morning.

On the weekend, Kaede and Eriri sat in the back seat of the car and arrived at West City. Looking at the iconic building, Kaede sighed.

"so similar."

"The magic school from Harry Potter?" Eriri knew what he was thinking.

“Yes.” Feng casually picked up a tree branch that a sanitation worker had pruned by the roadside, waved it in the air, and muttered, “Transfiguration.”

What do you want to turn me into?

"piggy?"

"No way!" Eriri shook his arm in annoyance, and the two of them walked into the football club while playfully bickering.

Eriri's father watched the two of them from behind, shook his head with a smile, and followed them.

"I need to go talk to someone. You guys can wander around on your own."

"Ah."

They arrived at the football field and peered through the fence at the people inside: "Are there so many people here for trials?"

As Feng was reminiscing, a curly-haired boy walked past her. He stared at everything in shock, frantically rummaging through his backpack, and accidentally bumped into a girl wearing a hat next to him.

Feng reacted quickly and caught the girl, but the props on the cart fell to the ground.

"Are you OK."

After helping the girl to a standing position, Feng let go of her and didn't have much contact with her.

"Um, thank you...you...you're a genius boy, Senior Shirogane?"

When Feng saw that the girl recognized him, he was a little surprised: "Yes."

"I've liked you for a long time!" the girl said excitedly.

Eriri, standing to the side, stared at them jealously, her cheeks puffed up.

The girl realized she had misspoke: "I'm sorry, I meant as a fan, I grew up listening to your songs."

"..." Feng felt that what she said was strange, after all, they were not that far apart in age.

Eriri helped pick up the scattered items from the ground and put them back on the cart, feeling relieved.

[Turns out they were fans.]

"Hurry up, Xiaohua, the selection is about to begin!" a man in his thirties called out from a distance.

"You're here!" Xiaohua responded first, then turned to them and said, "You're here to watch the competition, right? Come with me, and you too! Seaweed Head."

Chapter Ninety-Three Nutrition List

"Seaweed head??? My name is Aoi Rei, not seaweed head!"

Feng tilted his head slightly to make sure his ears weren't facing Aoi; the boy was too loud and had startled him.

"Hmph!" Xiaohua turned her head and, with a bright smile, led Feng and the others into the arena. She then introduced the eighty-six teenagers who had come to participate in the competition that day.

"Oh, Xiaohua, is this your friend?" A middle-aged man wearing flip-flops and with messy hair walked over. His appearance made people wonder if this man could really play football.

"Uncle Fukuda!" Aoi exclaimed excitedly upon seeing the visitor.

Fukuda greeted him with a smile, then came to Kaede's side.

Under Feng's questioning gaze, he patted his shoulder, then his arm, thigh, and calf.

"These muscles are really nice. Young man, do you like playing soccer?" Fukuda stood up and asked.

"Ah, no, I've never been involved with football, and I'm not very interested in it."

"I see. Have you studied any martial arts techniques?"

"Well, you could say that."

Xiaohua pushed Futian toward the playground: "Brother, he's the youngest pianist of our time, why is he playing soccer? The selection process is about to start, hurry up and go."

"Okay, okay." Uncle Fukuda grabbed his hair and left with Aoi.

Xiaohua led them to a good spot to watch, and they hadn't been sitting down for long when they heard Qingjing's loud and boisterous voice.

"Huh? The FC youth team selection is so strict... They might not even recruit one out of so many applicants." Eriri sighed, glancing at the restless youths.

If you get eliminated, doesn't that mean you lack talent? You'd be resentful, wouldn't you?

"That guy's hairstyle is amazing." Kaede shook Eriri and pointed in a direction.

The three looked at a short boy whose hair on both sides was shaved off and dyed green, then stuck up with hair gel pointing towards the sky. It was so bizarre.

The students were divided into several teams to compete against each other. Each team had twenty minutes, while the coaches stood on the sidelines and scored them.

...

"It's already noon, do you want to come to the cafeteria for lunch? It's free!" Xiaohua patted her pants and stood up; she was going to help out in the kitchen.

Kaede's stomach rumbled. They hadn't prepared a lunchbox when they left, and they hadn't expected that Eriri's father would be gone for so long and hadn't returned yet.

"Okay."

They went to the restaurant prepared for the athletes and took some decent-looking food on their plates.

"Little Flower, aren't you going to eat?" Eriri asked.

"No, I still have to help out. We'll eat later. You guys go ahead."

Kaede found a spot away from the crowd and dined alone with Eriri. During the meal, they chatted about everyday topics and laughed from time to time.

This attracted a lot of attention, since everyone else was tense, but they were the only ones who were so relaxed.

After finishing the food on his plate, Feng was surprisingly not full; his appetite had increased these past few days. "I'll eat a little more," he said. "Do you want some fruit? I'll get you some."

"it is good."

Feng took the plate and got some more food and fruit: "Eating oranges can cause internal heat, so let's get some pears to neutralize it."

"Aren't you full?"

Xiaohua came over with a plate; her work was finished and she could eat.

"Hmm, I've had a bit of a big appetite lately."

"After all, I'm at the age where I need to grow. Can I sit with you?"

"of course."

Hana sat shyly next to Eriri, examining the muscles on Kaede's arms and legs, and remembered what her brother had said: "Why does Shirogane-kun practice martial arts?"

Eriri also pricked up her ears curiously. Logically speaking, shouldn't playing the piano protect your hands? Won't learning boxing or something have any negative effects?

"It's a hobby. Becoming stronger will also help me better protect my family and friends."

"So amazing..." Xiaohua looked at him with admiration, her eyes sparkling.

Eriri fed him a peeled orange.

Just as they finished their meal, an announcement came over the loudspeaker, instructing the athletes to assemble on the playground.

Feng and the others followed. Of the eighty-six people who came to participate in the selection, only eleven remained to form a team for the final selection.

The opponent was actually a current youth team player, a first-year high school student.

A strong man walked past them. Feng felt that the man looked familiar and stared at him for a few moments.

The other person seemed a little uncomfortable under that gaze, turned around, and looked fierce: "Excuse me, is there something on my face?"

"Sorry, I just think you look a lot like Naoya Okubo." Kaede looked away and returned his smile.

The other person's eyes lit up when they heard the name: "Fighting King, I know that. My name is Akutsu Nagisa."

Akutsu touched his head; it was the first time someone had ever said that to him.

"Silver Maple".

The two shook hands, which was considered an introduction to each other.

Akutsu walked up to Fukuda and whispered something to him. Then, he changed his clothes and ran onto the field.

Feng knew that these guys who came for the tryouts were in for a tough time; their physical abilities were not much worse than his.

The match wasn't as one-sided as expected; both sides were actually trading blows. However, Feng quickly noticed something was off: the youth team players were playing very unfamiliarly, probably because none of them were in their preferred positions.

"Feng, who do you think is the best?" Eriri didn't know much about football, but she was also caught up in the atmosphere, her face flushed.